Chapter 71
Chapter 71
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 71
Chapter Title: Man and Woman from Behind (1)
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Ding-dong.
The doorbell made my already excited heart race even faster. I jumped up from my seat and dashed to the front door. The sink was spotless, the blanket neatly folded. And there was the plush mattress I'd ordered online a few days ago. I felt a surge of satisfaction at the tidy room—anyone would approve—and flung the door wide open.
"Su-hyeon."
Senior Yu-jeong gave an awkward smile and waved. I grinned like an idiot and ushered her inside. She carried a shopping bag, dressed in a longer-than-usual skirt and a pink cardigan that looked like something a music teacher might wear. I tapped the cardigan with my fingers and said,
"Oh, that's cute. New purchase?"
"It's my day off, so I came in something comfy. I brought some juice—want some?"
"Ah, sure."
Today was the day for our "big event," but rushing wouldn't do. Haste makes waste, right? We sat facing each other across the small table, savoring the scent of orange juice. My insides burned with anticipation as I stole glances at the shopping bag while sipping. Even after the large juice bottle vanished, the bag still bulged noticeably.
Senior Yu-jeong kept peeking at my face, then followed my gaze to the bag. She beamed and casually tipped it over. Something round, like an onahole bottle, rolled out tumbling.
[BACK DOOR LOTION]
She bowed her head deeply and said,
"I-I stumbled across it while browsing online. I don't usually carry stuff like this around."
My face flushed hot from head to toe, but I finally relaxed. Senior Yu-jeong poked the tip of the lotion with her finger and looked at me.
"S-so, are we... doing it right away?"
Senior touched her butt tentatively and added,
"I'm all prepared, though..."
I had no defense left against her temptation. I grabbed her slim, toned arm and led her to the mattress. As she sank into the plush surface she'd never seen before, she forgot her tension and felt it out. I said,
"Bought it online. Just using a blanket felt a bit cheap."
"Good call. I was gonna suggest we go look for one if you didn't have it."
In a rented room where I might move anytime, a mattress like this was handier than a full bed. She praised how it had no spring feel, just soft and springy. Pressing down with her butt somehow looked erotic. Her skirt rode up, exposing her knees. I reached into the bag, grabbed the lotion, then pushed her back gently to make her lie face down. Senior Yu-jeong's ears were bright red.
I stroked her back and kissed her nape. Her hair brushing my face carried a soft shampoo scent. Senior hugged a pillow tight. I started hiking up her skirt. Smooth calves, firm thighs. And black lace panties.
Running my hand over the thin fabric that hinted at her butt made her toes wiggle. When I gripped her underwear, she lifted her hips a bit to help me slide them down. I carefully pulled them to her thighs and wedged a thick pillow between her lower belly and the mattress.
Now what? She kept her legs pressed together, unsure. I gently spread her cheeks. A pink hole greeted me. Senior whispered,
"Pervert. Total pervert."
Every time she called me a pervert, a shiver ran through my chest, a strange thrill tingling down my spine. Maybe I really was one. Ignoring her taunt, I carefully picked up the lube. I squirted some into my palm like shampoo. Senior glanced back and said,
"There's finger cots in the bag."
The cold lube startled her, making her shoulders jump. I awkwardly positioned my hand to keep it from dripping and grabbed a finger cot. She reached back, took the packaging, neatly tore it open, and placed it on my finger. It felt weird—like putting on a thimble or rubber gloves.
First time using these, so I wondered if I was doing it right. I slipped one onto my index and middle fingers, then spread the lube on them. Senior buried her face in the pillow again, her breathing ragged.
I slathered the tips generously, then let the excess drip toward her hole.
"Eek...!"
Senior flinched, her shoulders trembling. I held one cheek aside with one hand and slowly pressed a finger against it. Neither of us had done this before. She asked,
"A-are we doing it now?"
"Ah, yeah..."
My finger was thicker than hers. Two of hers and two of mine were worlds apart. As I pressed in, her anus yielded softly, welcoming me. Senior lifted her head slightly, shaking it side to side with a moan.
"Ahh... Hn...! Nng...!"
"D-does it hurt?"
"N-no. It's just... weird... Hnng...! Having someone else's finger inside... It's...!"
She trailed off. I began gently exploring her insides with my finger. The muscles clenched tight around me, then relaxed, over and over. Each back-and-forth stroke drew a strange hum from her as she shook her head.
"H-ha... Let me try two."
I didn't want to startle her by going too fast. It was our first time, so caution was key. Senior nodded. All I could see was her back. I pressed index and middle together and eased them in slowly.
"Hng...! Ah... Aah...!"
Two fingers. The space that had room for one now gripped tight. Senior clutched the pillow, trembling. I moved them up and down ever so slowly, watching her reactions. When I lifted my hand, she instinctively arched her waist to follow.
A quick thrust deeper made her let out a cute squeak, kicking her feet.
"Kyaa...!"
And so, our "first time" unfolded agonizingly slow. I wanted to go all the way today. Until she wasn't hurting, I worked to stretch her, helping her adjust to my finger size. Not knowing exactly how, I went slow, twisting them gently.
"Ah...! Aah...!"
Pain faded from her voice. I glanced between her legs. The pillow under her belly was soaking—not from lube. I said to senior,
"Senior. Now, uh... one more...?"
Senior nodded. Her ears, mashing into the pillow she gripped like it was food, were adorable. I grabbed another from the opened box and slipped it on. Spread more lube, then told her,
"Going in."
"......Okay."
Senior replied carefully. I tapped her folds with my fingers, then eased in. The entrance that took two easily now stretched like dough around a third.
Soft walls writhed, taut as if they couldn't stretch more.
"Heeeuk! Auk...! Ah...!"
Senior gasped in a scream. I froze; she shook her head and said,
"K-keep going. Don't stop... Hng...! Ah...!"
Even panting, she urged me on. Entranced, I pushed deeper. The squeezing was suffocating. Senior stomped her feet and asked,
"I-is it all in?"
"Yeah."
I answered, rocking them slowly up and down. Deep thrusts felt like pulling a rubber band to its limit. I added more lube, wriggling the slick fingers like swimming.
"Haa... Aaah...!"
Both of us were drenched in sweat. I wiped my brow and pulled out. As I did, senior lifted her butt slightly, breathing hard like she'd sprinted miles. I backed off a bit too.
I stripped off my pants and grabbed a condom from the corner stash. Slid it on, stroked her butt gently. Nibbled her ear.
She'd steadied her breathing, wiped sweat from her face, and nodded silently. I gripped my rigid cock and positioned behind her. My shadow blanketed her back. Lubed up once more, I slid it between her cheeks once, testing.
She drew her shoulders in, clasped her hands, and pushed her butt toward me. I spread her cheeks carefully and took a deep breath. Very slowly, I pressed my cock into her anus.
"Aa...! Ahng...!"
Liquid dripped from her pussy. With each tiny push, she cried out in sweet screams—pleasure or pain, indistinguishable.
"Hng...! Aang...! Aaah...!"
I gritted my teeth against the intense resistance, thrusting my hips steadily. Tighter than vaginal sex, with a unique texture that scrambled my mind.
"Heeuk...! Aaah...! Ha...! I-is it all in?"
Senior asked desperately. Instead of words, I clenched my jaw and shoved to the hilt.
"Heek...!"
Senior made a strange noise. And this was just the beginning.